Intro Log.

[awashmods]

It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He bumped his head and went to bed And he couldn't get up in the morning.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light. It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb. The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. Oh, and to make things even better, it's raining today. Water from below (though thankfully only like, knee-deep), and water from above... how fun. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. Welcome to Awash's second intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. New characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Thankfully, they have some friends on the outside, this time. Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways. Please feel free to ask any questions here and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[a_special_hat]

i: In the Well

[Luckily the well is a bigger on the inside than it looks because sitting perched on Mahmut's shoulder is a huge, golden eagle and it was stretching its wings with a surprised screech. Considering Iskender's wingspan is six feet long, it's likely someone just got a face full of feathers just now. But before it could bat you in the face again, Mahmut was placing a placating hand on Iskender to calm him. His smile is automatic, the same he offered politicians in foreign countries. There was nothing truly sincere about it, but it was enough to be polite.

He's also like, really short. No really, the eagle sitting on his shoulder is only a little less than half his height.]

I apologize.


ii: Town

[He's wondering despite the rain mostly because...he needed to figure out where he was. Iskender was absent from his shoulder, having been allowed to take off into the air and circle. His face was set in a determined expression even though he's shivering in his wet clothes. (But that wasn't even important. He had to figure out where he was and what was happening as soon as possible.) And when he spots someone he's stopping them.]

Can you tell me where we are?


iii: Inside the House

[He's eventually drawn to a house and it's...not to his taste. He was used to Turkish homes and their open design. But it was a roof over his head which was better than being out in the open.

Iskender was still perched on his shoulders as he checked out the rooms, making sure there was nothing and no one waiting to ambush him.

When he finally settled down it was to stare at this...thing. What was it?

He turned the laptop in his hand this way and that, looking extremely confused as he turned it this way and that.]


iv: Outside the House

[Anyone in Flavo today may be treated to the sight of Mahmut leading a horse, fully saddled and ready to be ridden being led out of his house where he'd found it.

He smiles, a little sheepishly.]

Excuse me. I don't suppose there are any stables around here?

IV

[totheno1]

[Another horse. How he misses his own, even if he's got a motorcycle right now. Kei looks at it briefly, trying to figure out which breed it was, before pushing up his glasses.]

I'm afraid I do not know...however someone else in this world also has a horse, and may provide you with answers. If we lack any, perhaps it might be time to build a proper one.

[a_special_hat]

[It was a slightly more petite breed, certainly, with some similarities to the breeds that came from Central but also...it doesn't look exactly like any modern breed. After all Mahmut was from a version of the continent that was centuries away from modern times.]

I see. If that is the case, hopefully there is someone here who knows how to build one. [Because though he understood how to set up a stable and what supplies it needed, building one from the ground up was something else. After all, his specialty is war not architecture.]

But if there is already a horse here can I presume that there is something we can feed them here? [Or he can take his horse grazing...but the grass is all grey...]

[totheno1]

[The closest that Kei could think was an Arabian.]

One could hope. They would first need to find the proper materials, but I am certain others have that type of talent.

[He knows someone who can help him cut wood but as far as it went with anything else, Kei's strength was more economics and this was not it.]

Yes...it's not quite perfect, and some of the items it eats may end up being flavorless but it will sustain him. Anything missing color won't taste like much of anything.

[a_special_hat]

There is a forest, isn't there?

[And where there is a forest, there is wood.]

Did you say the food that has no colour will have no flavour? How can that be possible?

[Actually, none of this seems very possible.]

[totheno1]

Some of the food, yes. If the food is grey, there will be little taste to it.

[In Kei's terms anyway. He always forces himself to eat everything because a man shouldn't be a picky eater (he's dumb).]

The forest seems to be the current central area for investigation on what is happening here. There are creatures that show up in it from time and time and trying to explore a short while ago yielded...interesting results.

[To say the least.]

iii.

[costaliris]

[The rain was annoying to say the least. Sivally was happy to be out of the well and was pouncing into puddles like an excitable puppy. Needless to say Gladion was less than amused with the behavior but he wasn't about to tell his Pokemon no.

Instead he kept urging Sivally along as he searched for a place that didn't already seem occupied so he could get out of the weather and hopefully dry the both of them off.

He went to one that, from the outside, looked like it hadn't been taken over by other residents and new arrivals only to find someone with a giant bird on their shoulder holding a laptop in absolute confusion in the living room.

Oops.]

Ah. Sorry...

[Yeah just gonna back out with his strange dog creature before this gets awkward.]

[a_special_hat]

[Mahmut looked up when he heard someone enter. He twitched, just minutely and if his hands had been free to do it he would have been reaching for his weapon.

But then he stopped and stared because--what manner of creature was that? The strange clothes the people here wore was something he had to accept was probably normal (and that was laughable because absolutely nothing about this situation was normal by any definition). But this? This was altogether too strange.]

...it's fine. [He said slowly, putting the laptop down. He smiled and it wasn'et exactly bright or cheerful but it was at least more sincere than his usual political smile. After all, he didn't...want to force someone to go back out into the rain. This may not be his country, but he was still a statesman and he wanted to be helpful.]

Everyone is looking for shelter from the rain. You have as much right to be here as I do.

[Meanwhile, Iskender is just...staring down Sivally. Hopefully this won't end terribly?]

[costaliris]

[It's a good thing no weapons came out, because the only defense Gladion has is the strange creature at his side, and Sivally wouldn't hesitate to tear the already rickety house apart just to defend his partner.

No threat in sight, though, Sivally's attention is also on Iskender, head tilted to the side and gaze curiously probing. There are Pokemon that look similar, but even Sivally can tell that's not what the bird is.

Mahmut's response earns a quirked eyebrow beneath the damp fringe of blonde. If he had been here first he wouldn't be nearly as accommodating.]

Are you sure?

[a_special_hat]

Of course. It's not as if this place belongs to me or anything like that. And even if it did I see no purpose in us fighting among ourselves.

[Iskender is...watching. Whatever Silvally is, Iskender was at least not seeing him as either prey or a threat. Either way, Mahmut was reaching into the pouch at his side and pulling out a strip of meat to feed him. It was probably a good idea to keep Iskender from getting any ideas.]

I am Mahmut Tughril of the Turkieye Stratocracy. May I know your name?

[costaliris]

[Still more generous than Gladion could ever find himself being. That whole not liking people thing doesn't exactly lend itself well to gregarious behavior. Still, he's grateful for a roof that isn't leaking at the moment and a chance to get dry.

There's a mumble of thanks, and he busies himself with taking off his soaked hoodie while Sivally padded further into the area, leaving Iskender to his meal and sniffing about curiously.]

... Gladion.

[Short, simple, absolutely lacking any sort of title. He's had some in his short life, but none he cares to continue with now days.]

ii

[explodosafe]

Hey! Does this question mean that you are one of the new guys that just arrived?

[Kirishima flashes the stranger a toothy smile that is full of sharp teeth, taking in the funny big hat and the nice choice of color. He'll always approve of red.

His eyes roam up and down Mahmut's clothes for a moment, taking in the luxurious excotic cuts and the way the poor dude is just soaked. He himself is only wearing his boots, training pants and a thin white muscle shirt that's already drenched and sticking to his muscular torso, having decided that it would be pointless to get more of his clothes than necessary wet. His jacket is rolled up in a tight bundle that he has under his arm, hoping to shield it with his body as good as possible. At first Kirishima hadn't meant to take it with him at all, but then he had decided that it could be useful: either if somebody needed something halfway warm to dry them off and cover themselves with or to shrug on himself if he got tired of keeping his quirk activated at its bare minimum. Just enough to make the water roll off his skin like a duck's back, although it unfortunately isn't enough to keep his hair up and spikey.]

[a_special_hat]

[...there is honestly so many things strange here Mahmut had to just...take a moment and stare. Like, fine. The clothes are odd. But he was accepting that maybe it was somehow normal here. But...the hair...those teeth...and just how normal is it for people to just...show up if this person is acting so casual about it? And upon closer inspection...what was happening with the water hitting his skin?

Mahmut presses a hand to his face with a huge sigh. He could be calm about this. He wasn't going to lose his composure. He just had to take things one step at a time, isolate what was actually important to find out and everything else can be ignored until a later time.

He could do this.]

Yes. Can I ask how long you have been here?

[explodosafe]

Yeah, I think I get what you're feeling right now. Trust me, this place can be even weirder.

[Kirishima nods empathically and then furrows his brows in thought.]

I arrived with my friends here on March 15th. That's pretty much two months ago already. [His expression turns unhappy at the reminder of how long they have been stuck here by now.]

My name is Kirishima Eijirou, I'm from Chiba. ...although I've been living the last couple of months in Mustafu, where I also go to school. I'm from Yuei, heroics department! That means I'm studying to become a hero! Do you know what a quirk is?

[a_special_hat]

[He was trying to help. That was something Mahmut could appreciate, at least.

Even if most of what he was saying was just contributing to his growing headache.]

Two months...that is quite a long time if it's true.

[His voice was deceptively calm, almost cold but his hands were balled into tight fists. He can't...waste that much time here. He can't possibly afford to. But whatever. Getting angry is what children did and he was no child.]

I'm Mahmut Tughril. I'm a pasha from the Turkieye Stratocracy. [Though he's yet to meet anyone who knows where that is...] I...assume by quirk you mean something other than a strange habit. [Because it sounds...like it meant something else the way he was saying it.] I have never heard of a school having a heroics department. Is it...like a military academy?

[Because that's his only point of reference here...]

[explodosafe]

You're telling me.

[Kirishima makes a chagrined face.]

I, my friends and everybody else who's here have been doing our best to figure things out but this place is a real mess. Nothing makes sense here, starting from the missing colors all the way down to the missing original people of this city and the banshees!

[Shaking his frustration with their lack of progress off Kirishima offers Mahmut a nod and a smile.]

Pleased to meet you, Mahmut. I can call you Mahmut, right? You can call me Kirishima too! I haven't ever met anybody who's from Turkey before. That's quite a far way from Japan, isn't it? And you're pretty good at connecting dots, even when you're still missing the final line by a few!

[Smiling, he starts to gesture along with his words, attempting to help express with his arms what he can't with words alone.]

I'll answer the easier question first, with quirk I mean that one trait that everybody has that makes them unique. There's various types and they can be strong or weak, but pretty much everyone has one. They're what makes you you.

Heroes are a bit like military in that we fight and help during all kinds of bad situations as well, but heroes are more specialized than that. Being a professional hero is pretty much what it says on the tin - that you're a specially trained person with special authority and skills whose job it is to help others! This includes working with the police to prevent and fight crime, but we're also active during natural disasters, accidents, fires, when an old lady needs help shopping because she's sick... [He shrugs his shoulders.] It's pretty much everything except war-like fighting. That'd be crazy.

iv

[troubadamsel]

[She can't help but smirk a little - yet another proud steed! What a noble collection they're gathering.]

As a matter of fact, I do. My house-mate built a lovely one for our horses, and you're free to use it for your splendid animal.

[a_special_hat]

That's wonderful news indeed.

[Finally, some progress! It wasn't getting home but since that question was currently too overwhelming to process and it seemed as if some people had been hear for far longer and have yet to figure out how to return. So...small goals. Things that needed to be done now and finding a place to keep his horse had been one of those.]

Thank you for your generosity, my lady. [How bows because manners, he has them.]

[troubadamsel]

[And he instantly makes the Top Five Best People Here list.]

Hm hm hm~. We must all look out for each other during our stay here. Come along, I'll take you there. I live in the Flavo district, with the garishly yellow houses.

[a_special_hat]

[If it's interactions like this he can do it.]

The houses here certainly are different...is there a reason only some of the houses have colour?

[troubadamsel]

It's odd to explain, but... when we first arrived, nothing had color. Not the houses, not the water, not the grass... It only began to give us color when we began completing quests.

II

[good_ideas]

No.

[Though the shivering does get him a worried look as she steers herself (and therefore him) closer to the houses where he'll get at least a bit of shelter).]

Because last time I checked we were still deciding on a name.

[a_special_hat]

[...her clothes are also strange. He's never seen a skirt that short? He follows after her.]

Ah...this place doesn't even have a name? What did the people who lived here before call it?

[good_ideas]

[And she's never seen a hat that big unattached to a cosplayer. (Maybe he is a cosplayer? If he is, he's keeping character very well.]

No name from them, either. [And that still annoys her to this day. Maybe she had to check again, maybe try and read those signs in the districts...?]

[a_special_hat]

[She wouldn't be the first to accuse him of such today.]

What do we know about this place? [Also these clothes are really not designed for this sort of weather and it takes a great deal of stubborness not to start rubbing his arms...not that it'd do much good anyway since everything on him was soaking wet.]